Chapter 18 Griffin #2
My heartbeat smacks against my ribs and I contemplate changing my mind and just ignoring this entire situation.
But I don’t because that would make me a fucking coward.
I’m just going to apologize.
Just. Apologize.
Because that’s what adults do.
Right?
Right.
Except my hand is hovering over the door refusing to know and my brain is fucking screaming what the hell are you doing, Griffin.
Goddamn it.
I knock once in a firm, borderline demanding I’m about to do something monumentally stupid knock. I stand there breathing too fast and when the door swings open…
There he is.
Jacob, shirtless, hair still damp from the shower, water dripping down his chest in these slow little paths you’d swear were deliberately placed for maximum visual torment, and I stare at him like a fucking idiot because of course he looks like what happens when someone tells the universe, build the perfect person but make him unaware of it.
His eyes are wide and the second I see that tiny hitch in his breath I whisper, “Fuck.”
Before my brain can slap a stop sign in front of my mouth, I move.
I shove the door open with my shoulder and crowd into his space, my hand coming up to the back of his neck like it’s muscle memory. My fingers dig into his damp hair at the base of his skull and I haul him toward me without asking.
My mouth crashes into his. This kiss is heat and pressure and there’s absolutely nothing soft or polite about it. Fuck, there’s nothing remotely friendly about the way I am devouring Jacob.
There’s half a second where my brain actually tries to intervene but my body steamrolls right over it, because his mouth is warm and responsive and my cock is already hard as hell, throbbing in my jeans.
He lets out this sharp little breath against my mouth, and fuck if that doesn’t hit me straight in the gut.
His chest stays right there, solid and warm against mine, and when his shoulders tilt into me just a little, when his head angles to meet me instead of avoiding me, it lights something feral in my chest.
That’s when it stops being just impulse and turns into need.
His hands come up, hesitant for maybe half a second before they settle, gripping at my hips, fingers curling into the fabric of my jeans and dragging me closer. The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly it’s just bodies and breath and heat.
He tastes minty and it’s addictive as hell.
I deepen the kiss, push my tongue into his mouth, and when he groans, low and rough, right from his chest, I feel it vibrate straight through me.
I swear to fuck I can feel that noise straight through the spot where we’re pressed together, and my hips jerk forward without permission.
Fuck.
He kisses back like he’s been holding himself in check for way too long. His tongue meeting mine with confidence that makes my stomach flip, and I realize he’s not inexperienced or timid.
I break the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head and fling it somewhere behind me, barely registering where it lands, because Jacob’s eyes are on my chest now, dark and hungry, tracking every inch like he’s cataloging it.
His hands follow, palms sliding over my skin, thumbs brushing over my ribs, my stomach, my chest, I swear my breath stutters like I’ve taken a punch.
When his thumb drags over my nipple, slow and deliberate, I gasp like a goddamn rookie and crash my mouth back onto his, harder this time.
I walk him backward without even thinking about it until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he drops onto it with this startled laugh that dies instantly when I climb over him.
I straddle his hips and I can immediately feel the heat of him through his clothes.
I can feel how fucking hard he is underneath me and my brain kind of just short circuits.
His hands slide up my thighs and grip tight, and when I roll my hips down just enough for him to feel exactly what he’s doing to me, his breath breaks again.
He looks up at me with pupils blown wide, lips swollen and red, and chest rising fast. Fuck, he’s so goddamn beautiful like this.
I force myself to pause, breathing hard, staring down at him, trying to burn this image into my brain: Jacob spread beneath me, flushed and wrecked and turned the fuck on, hands still gripping my legs like he’s afraid I might disappear.
And for once, instead of rushing to the next thing, instead of letting instinct bulldoze everything in its path, I just sit there for a second and take him in because something tells me this moment is about to change a whole lot of shit, and I don’t want to forget a single second of it.
"Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than intended as I lean down to press a slow kiss to the corner of his jaw.
Jacob's hands flex on my thighs, his throat working as he swallows. For a moment he doesn't answer, and I wonder if I've pushed too hard or asked for too much.
"You,” Jacob finally breathes out, reaching up to cup the back of my neck and pull me down for another kiss that feels less frantic and more deliberate.
I let my hands wander lower, fingers finding the button of his wait and working his sweats down his hips slowly. He lifts up to help and I swear to god my cock throbs with joy.
I smirk as I watch his reaction as my knuckles graze the hard length straining against his boxers.
Jacob's breath hitches and his fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
When I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers underwear, he lifts his hips again, letting me pull them down and off completely.
"Fuck, look at you,” I whisper, staring down at his body. His cock is thick and heavy and so fucking hard.
There's precum at the tip and I want...fuck I want to taste it.
I shift down his body, settling between his thighs as my palms smooth up the insides of his legs. Jacob props himself up on his elbows to watch me, his breathing already ragged.
I press a kiss to his hip bone, then the crease where thigh meets groin, taking my time despite the urgency coursing through my veins.
When I finally drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft, Jacob's hips jerk and he lets out a shaky curse. I do it again, slower this time, savoring the salt of his skin and the way his muscles tremble beneath my hands.
The head of his cock is flushed and leaking, and I lap at the bead of moisture there, earning a broken moan that goes straight to my own aching dick.
"Oh...oh fuck,” Jacob moans, like actually moans and it might be the hottest thing I have ever hear.
He reaches down and grips my hair before pulling me back up his body. I can feel his hard length through my sweats.
"Need these off,” Jacob mutters against my mouth, his fingers already tugging at the waistband of my sweats.
I chuckle as I help him, kicking them away along with my boxers until there's nothing between us.
The first slide of his cock against mine pulls a gasp from both of us, the friction hot and perfect.
I rock my hips forward experimentally, and the sensation of our lengths sliding together makes my vision blur at the edges.
Jacob's head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat, and I can't resist leaning down to bite gently at the pulse point there. His hands grip my ass, guiding my movements as we find a rhythm together.
"Hold on,” Jacob murmurs, breaking the kiss. I watch as he takes his hand and spits into it before reaching between us.
Jacob wraps his slick palm around both of us, and the feeling of being held together like this steals the air from my lungs. I thrust into his fist instinctively, and he matches my movement, creating a rhythm that has us both panting.
His free hand slides up my back, nails scraping lightly against my shoulder blades as he watches my face with an intensity that feels like being seen for the first time.
I capture his mouth again, swallowing the sounds he makes as our tongues move together with the same rhythm as our hips. The kiss turns messy and desperate, all pretense of control slipping away as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
Jacob tightens his grip around us and I break away to gasp against his lips, unable to do anything but feel.
"Jacob,” I breathe out, the word sounding like a prayer or a confession against his swollen lips.
His eyes snap open at hearing his name, pupils wide and dark. He responds by kissing me harder, thumb swiping over the sensitive head of my cock in a way that makes my thighs shake.
"Are you going to come for me, Griff?” He says in a husky voice and my cock throbs so hard I think I'll lose it then and there. No one has ever said my name like that before.
I nod because words are impossible right now, grinding down harder into the circle of his fist. Jacob's other hand slides into my hair, holding me in place so he can watch every expression that crosses my face.
“I’m close too,” Jacob admits, his voice strained as his rhythm falters.
That confession undoes me completely. I reach down to cover his hand with mine, tightening our combined grip as we stroke together. The added pressure has him cursing, his free hand clutching at my back. Our foreheads press together, breath mingling as we chase the edge.
I twist my wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing just beneath the head of his cock in a way that makes his whole body go rigid.
Jacob comes with a choked gasp, spilling hot between us, and the sight of him losing control pushes me past the point of return. My orgasm hits like a wave, pleasure rolling through me in pulses as I empty myself over his fist and stomach.
We collapse together in this tangled, uncoordinated heap of limbs.
Jacob’s heartbeat is pounding against my chest where we’re pressed skin to skin, fast and frantic at first like he just ran a mile, and I’m painfully aware that it’s because of me, because of what we just did, because I showed up at his door with zero impulse control and a whole lot of unresolved bullshit.
Slowly, though, his breathing evens out, his pulse settling into something steadier and calmer. He’s not pulling away, not scrambling for space, not regretting this in the way I’ve been terrified he would.
His fingers drag absent, lazy patterns along my spine, not sexual exactly, just intimate. I nuzzle into the crook of his neck like this is where I’m supposed to be, like this is normal, like I haven’t completely detonated my life in the last ten minutes.
Jacob clears his throat, and I feel the nerves in it, the tension he’s trying and failing to hide, before he whispers, barely audible, “We should talk.”
Fuck.
Yeah. We should.
I came here to apologize. To be mature. To take responsibility like a functional adult human being. Instead, I kissed him, lost my goddamn mind, and very literally lost control of myself in a way I am not going to unpack tonight without spiraling.
This is not what I planned.
And still… I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper back, voice low and rough and then I lift my head just enough to kiss him slowly this time.
He lets out this soft little sound, barely a moan, and it sends a stupid, satisfied smile spreading across my face because fuck, he’s…wow.
“Come here,” I murmur, opening my arms and shifting up the bed.
He hesitates for just for a second and that pause makes my chest tighten because I know this is the moment he could pull back, draw a line, decide this was too much.
But then he moves.
He crawls up the bed and settles against me, laying his head on my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I wrap my arms around him without thinking, holding him there, feeling the warmth of him, the weight of him, the reality of him, and for the first time in what feels like weeks, my brain shuts the fuck up.